2, childhood always wakes up in the middle of the night, watching you pay homage to the years of youth, you mark your back with fatigue and rotate like a tuo.
When I was a child, my father's shoulders were the backbone of that fine horse, bearing my childhood and galloping in the happy pasture. When I grow up, my father's shoulder is a boat of the Milky Way, carrying dreams to pick the stars all over the sky.